Celaena/Aelin: DO NOT FIGHT! I REPEAT, DO NOT FIGHT! SHE WILL KICK YOUR ASS IN LESS THAN .03 SECONDS
Dorian: It’s up to you, really. Simply mention what happened to Sorscha to him. He’ll either be reduced to tears or snap your neck.
Chaol: Be my guest. He’ll put up a fight, but if you play dirty, you’ll beat him. He’s too honorable for his own good.
Manon: She drinks blood for pleasure, has iron nails and teeth, and has a freaking wyvern on her side, so fight at your own risk. actually don’t even try
Aedion: Go ahead. If you say anything about his childhood or what happened to his country, he’ll fall apart easily.
The King of Adarlan: Do not fight, he will use whatever tactics necessary to kill you, even if it means fighting dirty
Arobynn Hamel: He’ll probably kill you easily, but DO US ALL A FAVOR AND FIGHT HIM, PLEASE
[Set somewhere between The Assassin and the Underworld and The Assassin and the Empire]
Celaena ducked under an awning and pressed herself against the building and as far away from the rain as possible. Sam, laughing, ran up behind her. But, he stayed out in the rain. He spun like a fool, his locks darkening with rainwater. “Get in here, idiot,” Celaena hissed.
Sam laughed harder, “No, you come out here.”
[[MORE]]She pulled away from the wall to put her hands on her hips. “This isn’t funny, Sam.”
He stopped spinning, “Not even a little bit?”
She rolled her eyes. She didn’t need to deal with this. Sticking close to the wall, Celaena began the trek back to their apartment. Out in the rain, Sam followed. Lightning cracked over head, almost startling Celaena into the wall. She grunted when Sam’s laughter started up again.
“Why are you enjoying this so much?” Celaena turned on him. She wrung out her hair, pressing her hands into the curling strands. She’d always hated when it curled. “My hair is ruined.”
“Good,” She spun on Sam, an insult at the tip of her tongue. He said, “Live a little, Sardothien.”
Memories of the last time she’d heard that phrase all flooded back, and she snapped, “I do live. All the time.” Celaena started walking again, her saunter more of a stomp than anything. “This is all your fault.”
Sam’s laugh hit a new octave. “My fault? If you hadn’t punched our bartender in the face, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” She glared at him, and he met her stare headlong.
A burst of thunder startled both of them into ending the starring contest. They turned a corner, and she could finally make out the light of their apartment up ahead. “At least I didn’t throw a table.”
“There were six men running at me! What was I supposed to do?”
Celaena huffed and looked away from him. He was insufferable. “You’re going to catch a cold out there. And then how’ll we complete contracts?”
“Says Adarlan’s Assassin as if she needs my measly help,” Sam sang back. There was a smirk on his lips.
Celaena rolled her eyes again. “Wait,” Sam called as she stepped around the corner. “Wait, Celaena!” She wasn’t listening. She could see the light up ahead and that was the only thing on her mind. There was a crack, but she assumed it was just lightning. And then she was wet.
She gasped and stilled. Sam snapped a hand over his mouth somewhere behind her to hide his obvious chuckles. She hissed, shaking her arms of the water dripping down her. The awning had snapped just above her and all the water pooling in the tarp soaked her.
“Celaena,” Sam’s voice was gentler behind her. “Are you-”
She threw her head back and stared up at the night sky. Although there were dark clouds coating the horizon, if she squinted, she could just make out the stars that made up the Lord of the North. She allowed a small smile to slide onto her lips. Celaena hummed, then spun back and tapped Sam on the shoulder.
With a burst of speed, she took off, screaming, “Race ya!”
Sam laughed and she could hear his shoes hitting the pavement as he followed her. Laughing, Celaena turned the final corner before they reached their building. Live a little, Sardothien, Ansel had said. Somewhere out there, maybe Ansel had been right.
Celaena grinned and sped up.
Heir of Fire moments
- Me:I’m ok . Nothing can hurt me now
- * Sam nominated*
- Me:Oh Oh..
I love how even though Maas herself has confirmed that he is in fact dead, everyone in this fandom still believes Sam’s alive and will come back at some point.
Maybe if we believe hard enough and have enough faith, it’ll actually happen?
Before skulls bay, Sam and Celaena had a love hate relationship
I could be done with The Assassin’s Blade by now, but my heart refuses to finish The Assassin and the Empire because it knows what’s to come. I just love Sam so much. He doesn’t deserve what’s going to happen to him. And poor Celaena. I don’t think I can stand to watch her go through more pain.
“If we live through this, Celaena,” Sam said, heading toward the side street that led to the docks, “remind me to teach you how to play cards properly.”
||The Assassin and The Pirate Lord. HOly FUCKING SHIT NO NO NO I’M DONE HE NEVER GOT TO TEACH HER CARDS NO NO U SEE THEY HAD MANY CARD GAMES TO PLAY BUT NOPE WERE NOT ALLOW THEM TO SEE THEM GROW OLD TOGETHER
THRONE OF GLASS MODERN AESTHETICS: Celaena and Sam
Do you think Sam Cortland is alive?
Sarah J Mass confirmed that Sam is dead. *cries unconsolably* But i have a feeling he is in a happy place chillin with Nehemia right now eating hazelnut truffles and listening to Nehemia’s stories about her. 🙂
Celaena quotes Sam when she’s scared to give herself courage